Bricks, Music, Computer

Fiorella's so happy that the bricks have been moved around to the backyard, and now your girl hopes su vecino will have the time to finish off the design for the pathway and that her yardman will understand how to interpret it.
    She's also happy that Sonia Dog, who went out afterwards to check out what had been added to HER backyard is a female. Urine-soaked bricks would not have produced Fio's preferred ambiance.
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In her later years, Fio has developed an appreciation for what is usually labeled "Country-Western" music, and she doesn't care who knows it. When she was young, she was more attracted to classical music because that was what she had heard all her life, from Nutcracker Suite through to the Sunday afternoon operas. No Elvis Presley for her family!
     Of course, her musical preference made her an oddity during her high school years, but that wasn't new.
     Fiorella liked to sing so she joined church choirs and a college choir, but as an alto because Mother didn't like high-pitched voices. Then came the day in grad school that Fio tried out for a one-on-one college voice class annd was declared a soprano. For a couple of years there, she threw herself into singing and composing, but all too soon, life intervened--essential tremor of the vocal cords. The condition stopped her from singing, but not from occasional composing--and definitely not from expanding her musical tastes, hence her attraction to Country-Western.
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Fio has got to lure someone to her house who is adept with a Mac and definitely clear of the virus to come over and teach her how to use the PageMark thing--Command+D doesn't work.
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Neither of her wristwatches work either. She's going to call the jeweler and see if she can mail them to the store to get new batteries (they're on a lifetime guarantee), then be mailed back.